Don't complain, don't complain, don't complain.
Sometimes, like 12 midnight and I clearly am behind on the work I was planning to do, I wonder if what I'm doing is really worth it. The job, the freelance job, the extra projects...are they really worth it if it means staying up late, waking up early, being tired?
Right now I am eating a box of Girl Scout Cookies (Thin Mints, my nemesis). Hours ago I ran a mile and a half, going up to an 8 min/mile pace on the treadmill. And right now I'm undoing all of that. Actually the canoli I had right after my gym session undid most of that already. But details, scmetails.
And then I have to remind myself that I am in charge of my own actions. I have made all of the decisions that have led me to where I am now. This is my own choice. So damn it, if you are going to eat the whole foil of cookies, own up to it. And if you are going to feel bad that your lifestyle has no room for the fun stuff, remind yourself that you have plenty of opportunities that many people don't.
Dear self, you have it good. Now back to work, you.
